Religious and spiritual poem that tells of a talk with an elderly woman, and describes heaven. Written by "a Parish Poet" Peter Menkin, who volunteers in lay ministery as a visitor to the elderly in both assisted living and health care units of Retirement Homes, the work appears on his personal website. That text can be found at http://www.petermenkin.com .
Here is text from the work:
So the talk turns to life after death:
The trumpets play all the time, angels sing and
worship God in a court of ecstasy where the conscious
mind is aware of our soul basking in glory like a single
star among infinite galaxies, a sun ever burning hymn,
pure illumination this constant harmony.
Our tears are wiped away and we weep no more,
nor-travail or labor having run the race of
life in preparation for infinite engaging love,
serene magnitude ever.
The poet Peter Menkin lives in Mill Valley, California where he writes his poetry, most of which is religious and spiritual. He is a Benedictine Oblate.